I Am A B*tch, and I Am Your Hell
Translator: Oneshotwonder Redakteur: Hitesh_
The next morning, Kun's supersized meeting hall was packed with human leaders. This strange building was an exposed platform built twenty or so meters above the ground. The dark ones adored such style of architecture for its openness. It was apparent that the dark ones' taste differed quite significantly from that of humans. The platform was able to accommodate thousands of visitors, but it was already full by then. Warbands of all stripes gathered together regardless of their size and strength, eager to claim a share of the pie.
If the Maersa City was conquered by large warbands such as the Thunder Fire or Blizzard, no one would dare to request anything from the conqueror. However, Battle Wolf was a small band, and therefore, no one was afraid of trying their luck.